Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 229 - 147 Zhang Can_2

Chapter 229 -147 Zhang Can_2

He extended his perception, but didn’t sense anything particularly notable.

The only thing he could feel was that the pulse of this land was more intense than before.

He stepped out of the mansion, only to see a large number of Foundation Establishment cultivators pouring out, heading toward the outskirts of the city.

Chen Qing followed them, only to witness someone digging up a handful of golden sand from the soil.

Someone scooped up a handful of molten iron from the river.

Someone picked up a flower that seemed to be crafted from Spirit Gold.

“What is going on?”

Yu Chengfeng held a silver page and shouted wildly, “The Miao God has awakened!”

“The Miao God has awakened!”

The crowd frantically dug up a large amount of various metals from the ground, “The Miao God has truly awakened!”

“Miao God above, your disciple pays his respects!”

“Miao God awakens, and all things submit!”

“The Divine Weapon Treasure Realm is about to descend!”

The fact that part of the landscapes, rivers, flora, and fauna began to transform into metal wasn’t the most bizarre.

More peculiar was the rain that fell in the afternoon, containing numerous long blades mixed within.

Occasionally, a long blade burst forth from the rain, embedding itself in the ground, appearing murderous and terrifying.

Chen Qing watched this strange scene unfold before him and felt a growing sense of panic.

“Is this the power of the gods?”

He traveled to many places today, finding that almost everywhere he went exhibited such strange phenomena.

This was a force powerful enough to affect the entire world!

“Is it really that dangerous when a blade falls from the sky every now and then?”

Zhang Jianfeng rose with a sickly body, yet was extremely joyful, casting a glance at Chen Qing before stepping into the rain with open arms.

“This is just a precursor. When the Miao God’s power fully revives, it won’t be rain that falls, but pure swords.”

“In other places, you might see arrows, spears, flying swords, sabers, pikes, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, among others.”

“The Miao God’s Guardian Divine Beast is the leader of the Ancient Seven Evils, the White Tiger.”

“The Miao God governs warfare with three Divine Image incarnations, and these are natural phenomena!”

“The awakening this time is likely the Warlord incarnation.”

Chen Qing listened dumbfounded and asked, “Then won’t ordinary people perish under such harsh weather?”

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Zhang Jianfeng didn’t answer directly, only said, “Just watch!”

Zhang Jianfeng remained standing there for two full hours, with three long blades brushing past him without causing any harm.

He laughed, “See, the Miao God won’t unleash divine punishment upon His devout followers!”

Chen Qing was somewhat doubtful about this, as he was not a Nanli native.

While Zhang Jianfeng strolled in the rain, Chen Qing tentatively stepped into the rain himself and spent more than an hour unscathed, despite several long blades falling around him.

He was amazed and clicked his tongue in wonder.

It seemed unable to discern whether he was a Nanli native or not.

His heart was filled with envy, “Is this the power of a god?”

No wonder at gatherings, even Fu Luo, the princess of the strongest nation in the world, was cautious in front of him.

Such divine power truly commands respect from the depths of one’s soul.

In all his years in the cultivation world, this was Chen Qing’s first time witnessing such a peculiar scene.

Upon hearing about it, it seemed that this awakening of the Miao God’s Divine Image was 1,200 years after the last one.

In other words, such a strange scene could only be witnessed once every 1,200 years.

It was at this time that Chen Qing truly understood why they disregarded Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining Realm cultivators in the royal city.

In the face of such divine power, all beings were as insignificant as ants.

The entire nine countries of Nanli were in a frenzy of celebration.

Everyone was in a state of joy, feeling protected by the gods.

The Miao God, as the master of warfare, granted divine rain and bestowed weapons upon the ancient ancestors to fight against beasts.

Chen Qing returned to his courtyard to find Zhang Jianfeng watching the blade rain.

The blade rain hadn’t yet reached its peak, with only a few long blades occasionally falling.

Zhang Jianfeng said, “Watch, in a few days, the entire land will turn into a world of gold and silver!”

“All monsters and evils will have nowhere to hide!”

Chen Qing asked, “What about ordinary people, won’t there be nothing left to eat?”

Zhang Jianfeng laughed, “It has nothing to do with the mortal world. In those places, the Warlord will naturally avoid them.”

“The Miao God is a great being, the beginning and end of all combat.”

“We should celebrate the Warlord’s awakening with the grandest hunt!”

Chen Qing casually pulled out a long blade, “Will these things remain indefinitely?”

Zhang Jianfeng shook his head, “No, the Miao God will only provide you with weapons so you can understand what they are like.”

“Once this descent of the Divine Weapon Treasure Realm concludes, they will disappear.”

“The Miao God dislikes lazybones who think only of reaping without sowing, He requires genuine warriors.”

On the ninth day of the seventh month,

The Hidden Sword Mountain, which was thought incapable of retrieving Zhang Jianfeng, had someone visit today.

Chen Qing came to the city wall, looking out at the world that had completely transformed, where mercury flowed in the rivers, and the mountains turned into bronze Mystic Iron.

Although it hadn’t fully transformed, at this moment, about one-third had already changed.

On the horizon of the now metallic world, a young man in a green Daoist robe was gradually approaching.

His long hair was left untied, draping over his shoulders, and he walked without carrying a sword, appearing casual.

His appearance was unremarkable, with nothing divine about him, looking like an ordinary mortal.

Arriving at the city gate, he politely knocked on it, while Chen Qing turned and descended from the wall, noticing Yu Chengfeng beside him trembling slightly.

“Why are you trembling?”

Yu Chengfeng stammered, “That man is Zhang Can!”

“The number one in Sword Dao among many of Nanli’s geniuses.”

“It’s said that wherever he goes, he doesn’t carry a sword, and when he wants one, he only needs to extend his hand.”

“A divine sword will come flying from a thousand miles away!”

Is there really such divine skill and spell in the world?

Chen Qing found it a bit puzzling, but after observing Zhang Can closely when the gate opened, he felt he appeared ordinary.

If not for Yu Chengfeng’s reminder, Chen Qing would have thought he was just an ordinary mortal.

If this person was indeed Zhang Can, then it only meant one thing: his cultivation and divine skills were unfathomable!

Zhang Can walked courteously to Chen Qing, “Are you the Protector of Hao Chengtian?”

Chen Qing nodded slightly.

Zhang Can bowed respectfully, “Hello.”

Chen Qing asked, “How good?”

Zhang Can smiled slightly, “As good as Seven Sword.”

Chen Qing furrowed his brows slightly, wondering whether this guy was really human.

He was clearly someone with eyes only for the sword!

Chen Qing waved his hand, instructing someone to bring Zhang Jianfeng over.

Zhang Jianfeng, seeing it was Zhang Can, walked up to him somewhat dazed and knelt, “Senior brother, I lost.”

Zhang Can gently helped Zhang Jianfeng up, “Losing is losing; when we get back, senior brother will make you radish and ribs stew.”

Zhang Jianfeng stood up, “Alright, okay.”

In front of Zhang Can, Zhang Jianfeng seemed like a well-behaved child.

Zhang Can bowed again slightly to Chen Qing, “Thank you, sir, for taking care of my junior brother.”

He reached into his bosom, producing a jade bottle, “This sword Gu is called Flying Frost.”

“Its sword light is like frost and snow, and once it pierces the enemy, it has a freezing effect.”

“The sword light is fierce, so please take care.”

“By the way, if my guess is correct, its rising materials may very well be Cold Frost Bone.”

“This sword is noble, presumably deriving meaning from courage in extracting bones.”

“You might as well give it a try.”

He was exceedingly polite, exceptionally ethereal, as if utterly unconcerned about Chen Qing growing stronger with this sword.

He himself was invincible, why care about others’ strength?

Chen Qing was suddenly filled with a fighting spirit, as Zhang Can was the first peculiar person he had encountered.

Even when facing the Immortal Court Divine Son, Chen Qing hadn’t felt such a strong fighting spirit.

But in front of Zhang Can, he couldn’t help but want to test his strength.

Could Hao Chengtian really be this guy’s opponent?

Chen Qing didn’t quite believe it.

But he thought he might give it a try.

After all, this was the Taihao Tribe, even if he lost, what could be done to him?

Chen Qing took the jade bottle from Zhang Can’s hand, “Would you like to exchange a few moves?”

Zhang Can’s expression changed slightly, interestedly scrutinizing Chen Qing, seemingly curious about why he would say such a thing.

“Then how about seven moves?”

Chen Qing nodded, throwing off the cloak on his back, “Seven moves it is!”